A few years ago I flew to Germany alone with my son to my grandfather's funeral. I was afraid to stop over at the Frankfurt airport, because it's a huge airport, so I decided to stop over at the much smaller Hamburg airport instead. I have no problem conversing in the German language and most Germans can speak English, so I wasn't worried about that. I just didn't want to get lost. Well, the Hamburg airport was a mistake of choice. They lacked the German efficiency that one would have expected. Computer systems were down. No one explained what the hold-up was and no one apologized for the delay. We were third in line, but it took an hour before we got to the counter and received our boarding passes. What was worse was that they had no background music playing at the airport. It was awful just standing there staring at the staff behind the counters and their computers. Also, I had my 10-year-old boy with me and what was he supposed to do? Occasionally, I hummed tunes to myself, I was that desperate. With the delay, others missed their flights, but we got to our connecting flight just in time.

I thought you might be interested to know that I wrote this poem when I was 18 years old. Our modern, western culture dictates to school-going kids the philosophy that they are to embrace. This was my response to that.

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CHRISTINA
A. MORLEY and her husband were married in 1995 after meeting on the mission field. Currently,
they live in South Africa with their four kids, two dogs, and two cats.
Together, missionary work has always been a big part of their lives, but
Christina also became a volunteer reader at the Blind Institute in 2010 and a
blogger in 2012. She's the author of Happy Moms, Happy Homes.